persistent downpour

the noise from the horn toys

has come to an end.

the vibrant show from the eve

are cherished and remembered

it’s the cue of the new age. 

first day of the year,

when the storm started.

it’s been six days straight

lashing down. 

oddly, the first days of the year

became extra inclement

…without you since that eve

the thunderstorms had been grieving with me. 

the questions in my head

are what bothers me every twilight.

‘when will the storms end?’ 

i have never felt serenity

since the night you left.

the cloaks are back

to obscure the skies,

locking myself up

until the tempest ceased.

thus far, i’d beseech to heavens above

to see the sun rise again.